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As I was walking , Choosing the hues of life, Rainclouds made an appearance On the sunny sky above. Scuttling through untrodden paths, The narrow bylanes,not a soul around, I was indeed lost - Drops of rain Chased me - but Ahoy! a way was found. P.S. :My first attempt on acrostic poetry.Hope my readers will like it. To know more about acrostics,click the link given. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic